Snowy Trials
when lying is okay
By AmashiraPublished about 17 hours ago • Updated about 17 hours ago • 1 min read

The night train arrives at the station
12:47AM, missing the last bus towards her destination
a taxi awaits, so she enters saying,
"Can you charge me for something, so I know I have money?"
a foolish, but honest transaction
like she thought, her card rejected
biting her tongue to beg for a ride
winter stinging her cheeks, penetrating her clothes
she embarks on a one hour trek through knee high snow
after an 18 hour shift and no strength in her bones
she arrives an hour later, 1:50AM and sore
unaware of the torture she endures
to have no money to get home warm
About the Creator
Amashira
Healing my inner child one poem at a time.

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